Sometimes, there aren't enough kleenex's in the world to wipe away your tears |
Do you know what it's like to sit in your room, dying inside, nothing going right, wishing life would give you wings to fly far away...... |
Dreams are kinda like glass bottles. |
Life is kinda like a book.. |
I cry myself to sleep..wishing so much he would be mine...but i dont know if im crying for that....or just crying because i know in my heart it will never happen |
Sometimes words get in the way of what you're really trying to say |
I walk down the hall |
~*i always pretend like i don't care, but deep down inside i really do |